(Sigh) It seems like just yesterday you were changing their diapers, teaching them to ride a bike, helping them with their long division… they grow up so fast. You close your eyes and your baby’s not a baby anymore – they’re going to high school, having their first kiss, learning to drive, and before you know it, leaving for their first day of war.
The couple of weeks you have together after they return from boot camp are bittersweet, but let’s face it, you’re so busy running around buying them socks, flak-jackets, medical supplies, sun-tan lotion, anti-fungal foot crème, night vision goggles and everything else they’ll need while at war that the real gravity of the situation doesn’t set in. No, the real worry and heartache doesn’t start until that final day when they’re walking out the door.
You worry whether they’ll have a hard time getting along with the other soldiers in the war. After all, kids can be so cruel at that age, especially the ones fighting for the other side who’d like nothing more than to shoot your child or blow him to pieces with a rocket propelled grenade or makeshift bomb.
You worry that even if no physical harm comes to them during the war, the experiences they’ll have will traumatize them somehow and transform them mentally, leaving them distant and cold. You pray that the next time you see their smiling face it won’t be on the evening news standing in front of a pile of naked Iraqis.
You worry about all these things, and you can see that your child is worried too, but what might be the worst part of all is that the pride of their budding young egos often prevents them from confiding their feelings in you and you have to take a step back and let go.
Yes, it’s certainly hard to see your child off on their first day of war, but I suppose you can take solace in the fact that it’s all for a greater good. For example, as a result of our soldiers’ sacrifices, someday maybe these countries we’re fighting in will have such freedom that they can start forcing their children to go to war in other countries that aren’t so free. Yeah, that’ll be the day.
I'd shoot my kid's toe off rather than let him be used for meat in the grinder. Blow me, you stinking pile of rat droppings.
The only time I expect my kids to used leathal force would be to defend themselves like the resistance in Iraq is now doing. 'Nam taught me that.
Didn't seem like 'satire' to me it read like an apology to this criminal slaughter. If it was satire it was too damn close to the mantra of the fascist riech. If I am in error about the post, I am only reacting to outrage at the banal sacrifice too many ignorant parents blow as they send their flesh and blood into death.
Hey Sheepster! I see you fell off the wagon again! I click on Indymedia and here you are still making a fool of yourself. Your buffoonery is always good for a few laughs! Well, just stopped by to say hi! Don't let me interupt ... on with the show!
I still have the audio of you making an ass of yourself on killradio.
Fell off the wagon. Ha.
It seems as if the wagon has dragged you well over the moron rut with only your overgrown ego keeping your under powered head from being scraped into a pot hole. But don't let me interrupt you in your hobby of playing with yourself.
Seriously. Does anyone know what sheepdip is talking about? Sheep, don't you think you need a break from the internet?
Anyone seen Bush Admirer around these days? Just curious who he's voting for this time...
...in order to reach parody with you and your bird brain. Also, I would have to perform a partial prefrontal lobotomy. With each and every post you just reaffirm another case of mental retardation.
Couldn't make it in out of the military in the real world, could you? You do need some one to tell you what to think because you're an idiot. I wont waste any more time on you in this thread.
"Couldn't make it in out of the military in the real world, could you?"
in out? What the hell does that mean, sheepdip? Are you asking me if I couldn't get in the military? Or if I couldn't make it out of the military? Perhaps you think I couldn't make it in the workforce after getting out of the military? I dunno. Drunks are difficult to understand.
I'd recommend not getting the lobotomy though. You've killed enough brain cells for one lifetime. Your synaptic gaps alread sound like a pack of blackcats going off at a 4th of July celebration.